Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Mighty Ducks, Disney does. Everybody knows that. I'm just borrowing them, ok? So don't go getting mad and trying to sue me, because you won't get much from me, I can tell you that right now. Be a big waste of time really. (Oh man, I sound like some telemarketing machine, don't I?)

Author's Note: This is my first Mighty Ducks fanfiction, so please be gentle. But I DO want some kind of feedback, so send me some reviews. They are read and appreciated you know.

Author's Note 2: I'm sorry, but I don't know much of anything about medicine. So I apologize if I got any medical terms or correct procedures wrong. If I did, please tell me in the reviews. Thank you.

Chapter 8-"Isn't there anything we can do to help?"

Wildwing was so absorbed in his newfound feeling of love, that when the heart monitor produced a straight line, he didn't even notice. Nosedive smiled gently at his brother, and then fell back, his tiny hand falling on to the sheet the rest of his body was lying on.

"Nosedive, Nosedive what's wrong?!" Wing frantically asked.

The sudden movement from Dive had brought him out of his trance and back to reality. It was then that he noticed the heart monitor. Instead of the usual beep, beep, beep, the machine was making one long, continuous beep. Now Wildwing had seen enough hospital shows on TV and been to the doctor's office enough to know that a straight line on the beeping machine was bad. He didn't know how, but his instincts told him that things may have looked bad before, but now they had just gotten worse.

"Oh no. Dive, Dive! Nosedive, wake up! Wake up!" He began to bang on the glass. "Wake up Nosedive! Wake up!"

By now, the five-year-old was making so much noise, he had woken up all the other ducklings in the hatchery. And every one of them was baling at the top of their lungs. The racket was beginning to draw a lot of attention, as adults from all over the hospital came rushing into the room to see what was going on. Included in the group was Mr. and Mrs. Flashblade, and the doctors that had been treating Nosedive.

"Wildwing, what on Puckworld are you doing in here?" asked Wing's mom as she can running over to hug her son, "We've been looking all over for you."

"I'm sorry mommy, but I had to find Dive. I had to say 'I'm sorry'. Oh no, Dive!"

By now, the doctors had reached Nosedive and were looking him over.

"His heart's stopped! He's not breathing! Get some fibrillates in here, stat!" yelled one doctor. In just a few seconds, a nurse had rolled some electrical shockers into the hatchery. With the protective glass removed, the doctors began work on reviving the week old baby.

"Ready, clear!" The shock caused Dive's small body to jump. The heart monitor beeped for a second, then went flat once more. "Lets try it again. Ready clear!" Once more, Nosedive's body jumped and the heart monitor beeped. But, it didn't go flat. A slight beep was all that remained, but as long as there was one, there was still hope for the duckling.

"We've got to get him into the intensive care unit, now!" shouted another doctor, "He's doesn't have much left in him!"

Almost immediately, a stretcher was wheeled in and Nosedive was transferred from the hatchery to an ER room.

As the doctors raced down the hall, the rest of the Flashblades followed them. Wildwing had remained in his mother's arms the entire time, clinging to her with all the strength he could muster. Everything was happening all over again. Nosedive was barely hanging on to life, and he couldn't do anything to help.

As they watched the doctors working over the youngest Flashblade, Wildwing whispered to his mom, "Isn't there anything we can do to help Dive mommy?"

"Just hope and pray, Wildwing. Just hope and pray for a miracle," she answered.